The moment Cara closed the bedroom door, Kendall immediately pushed her girlfriend against it and began to kiss her passionately. As if the brunette wanted to prove something. She was well aware of how surprised Cara was, how confused the blonde was with the sudden kiss.
“Let’s have sex before you go,” Kendall said between kisses.
Cara was still confounded with the sudden change of the mood. “Is everything okay?” she asked, unsure and worried at the same time.
After what happened that night more than a week ago, she didn’t want to make Kendall feel uncomfortable. They didn’t even making out when they spent times together the past week. Unlike the way they used to be. Even this afternoon, they were just ended up cuddling and talking about random stuff all day.
“Yeah, can’t I just be horny and want my girlfriend to fuck me silly?” Kendall answered cheekily.
Cara couldn’t help but chuckle hearing it. “So romantic…” she teased.
“Since when you care about being romantic?” Kendall teased back. “You’re usually the one who suggested to have sex.”
Cara scoffed a little, “Well right now I don’t want to have sex with you,” she said.
“You don’t?!” Kendall was taken aback.
Cara shook her head, but then leaned closer and began to kiss Kendall. Instead of being aggressive and passionate like Kendall did before, the blonde kissed her girlfriend with tenderness. It was so soft and sweet, Kendall felt she was shaking because how intimate and sweet the kiss was.
“I want to make love to you…” Cara whispered, as her lips still touching Kendall’s.
“I want to take time worshiping you. I want to take time showing you how much I adore you. I want to take time, to show you how much I care about you, how you mean to me. I want to take time loving you,” Cara said softly, making Kendall felt all over the moon.
The brunette didn’t know how she deserved all of Cara’s love and attention. Somehow, she couldn’t help feeling guilty that she was planning to meet another girl that her girlfriend didn’t like—behind her back.
Kendall gulped, thinking she should tell about the text and that she was planning to meet Stella later that day. But then, Cara kissed her again with full of love, and Kendall was feeling selfish. She didn’t want to ruin the moment and most of all, she didn’t want Cara to stop worshiping her like the blonde did to her at that moment.
She didn’t want to lose Cara.
“Then make love to me,” Kendall said instead. “Show me how much you love me…”
She stared up into the blonde’s eyes, who looked sincere and determined. Cara softly pulled Kendall’s face into her own and their lips met. Kendall was quick to respond, her eyes were closing and lips parting. She threaded her fingers through Cara’s hair and the blonde’s hands went to her waist, wrapping her arms around the taller girl and pulling Kendall impossibly closer.
Their lips continued to dance, their tongues were exploring; there’s no hesitation in Cara as her hands toyed with the hem of Kendall’s shirt, slowly sliding underneath to gently trailing the muscle of her taut stomach. The brunette’s breath hitched as soon as she felt Cara’s hands made contact with her skin.
Cara moved her lips away, taking note of Kendall’s shift in demeanor. Her hands stop, resting on the brunette’s abs while she met Kendall’s gaze, searching for permission.
“Is this... okay?” Cara asked carefully, suddenly feeling conscious with her every touch.
Kendall let out a soft chuckle, nodding eagerly as she pulled Cara’s mouth back toward her own, silencing her girlfriend with another searing kiss, allowing lips as her answer.
It’s more than okay.
To prove her point, Kendall reached down for Cara’s hands, guiding them higher up until they came to rest on her breasts, bare beneath the fabric of her top. They both groaned at the contact and their lips broke apart again.
Cara was staring down at her hands. There’s a look of amazement in her eyes, like a blind person seeing for the very first time, fascinated and overwhelmed by the sensory overload. Her reaction made the brunette girl chuckled.
She couldn’t remember the last time Cara reacted like this, it felt like it was the first time for Cara touching her. Which was ridiculous, because they’d been together for four years which that meant they’d been intimate for four years as well.
Kendall pulled her top over her head, leaving her upper half completely exposed to the blonde’s hungry gaze. Her hands found Cara’s once again, putting them back so they were resting on top of her perfect breast and Cara began to caress them.
She arched into the blonde’s touch and Cara took that as encouragement, running her thumbs over Kendall’s nipples, massaging gently as she watched intently. Kendall licked her lips and continued to watch her girlfriend’s watching her, stifling a moan as Cara slowly touching her body the way she promised to.
So gentle.
“That night… I would’ve never...” Cara almost choked as she spoke, looking at her girlfriend.
So caring.
“I know,” Kendall reassured her. “It’s not you.” She gazed at Cara’s blue that stared at her the way she was.
So loving.
Cara gave her a smile filled of guilt as Kendall’s hands pulled hers away. Their fingers intertwined and the brunette led her across the room, stopping once they reached the bed. She spun herself around so that she’s facing Cara once again, wrapping her arms around the blonde’s neck.
The British girl’s hands instinctively went to Kendall’s waist. Their foreheads were touching, but they didn’t kiss, only basked in their closeness. Kendall was slowly smiling from ear-to-ear and the shorter blonde couldn’t stop her own grin from spreading.
“I missed you,” Kendall told her.
“I never left,” Cara replied, brushing her nose onto her girlfriend’s.
Kendall shook her head, she sighed as she closed her eyes. Cara’s fingers were toying with the drawstring of Kendall’s sweatpants and she continued to touch the brunette subtly.
Kendall took a few steps backward, stopping when they reached the foot of her bed. She then slipped a leg between Cara’s, her thigh brushing against the shorter girl’s crotch.
Cara moaned as her girlfriend grinded her thigh a little harder against her sensitive member, then she moaned even louder when Kendall leant over so her lips were at the blonde’s ear, her breath was hot and teasing.
“I missed… this,” Kendall purred as her thigh touched Cara’s already hard member.
The brunette smirked when she heard Cara’s soft whimper, but she couldn’t keep her smugness when Cara tugged her sleek hair, forcing Kendall’s head back gently. The blonde trailed her lips across Kendall’s jawline, peppering it with kisses and soft nibbles.
“I missed you too,” Cara huskily said.
Her lips found Kendall’s again and the brunette went stumbling backward onto the bed, Cara’s weight on top of her, pressing her into the mattress.
As their lips collided with one another, Cara ran her hand up and down on the brunette’s torso, talented fingers tracing the curve of Kendall’s breasts, then moved to her delicate ribs, her jutting pelvic bone, encircling her navel.
She committed it all to her memory. She remembered Kendall’s body too well. A jolt of electricity shooting through her every time she felt Kendall’s muscles tensed beneath her.
“You’re so beautiful,” Cara whispered against Kendall’s lips.
As the British girl’s eyes hungrily stared at her girlfriend’s body, following the trail of her gentle hand, Kendall seized the opportunity and rolled them over so that she’s on top, straddling the blonde’s waist.
There was a look of surprise on Cara’s face at first, but it slowly faded away as Kendall gently rocking against her, rolling her hips with a level of expertise. Cara’s lids slowly closed and she bit down hard on her bottom lip, focusing on the brunette’s movements and nothing else.
She felt Kendall’s hands reaching for the hem of her shirt before pausing. Cara opened her lids again, and their eyes met. Silent understanding flashed between them and Cara sat up slowly, raising her hands above her head so that Kendall can tug her shirt up and off.
Smiling, Kendall’s hands found the blonde locks that she loved so much, twisting and toying with them as she kept grinding onto her girlfriend’s lap.
“You’re the most gorgeous human being I’ve ever known,” Kendall said, almost in awe.
Cara was supposed to be used with her girlfriend adoration of her, but somehow she felt the blush coming on her cheeks instead. She leaned forward, stealing a chaste kiss from the taller brunette. Her hands finally untie the drawstring on Kendall’s sweatpants, but before she could attempt to pull them down, Kendall lowered the two of them so that the blonde is on her back again.
She reached for the button of Cara’s jeans, freeing it. She then pulled the zipper down slowly and removed them all together, peeling them down the blonde girl’s long and slender legs, leaving the blonde only with her boxer briefs.
“You okay?” Kendall asked as she positioning herself, looking at her girlfriend beneath her.
The shorter blonde nodded, watching Kendall closely. The brunette’s tongue worked its way up to the muscle of her stomach, stopping occasionally to suck and nip at the soft skin.
Cara let go a sigh, her breath was catching in her throat as Kendall reached her breasts. The taller girl reached under her, unclasping the bra, and Cara lifted her upper half slightly to move herself out of it.
As soon as she was free from that certain fabric, Kendall’s lips began engulfing around Cara’s left nipple.
“Kenny...”
Cara’s hands found their place on the back of Kendall’s head. She arched her back as Kendall took more of her breast into her mouth while the brunette’s hand gently teased the other one. A sudden intense jolt made her shaft turned alive as her eyes fluttered when the sensations came through her.
She could feel Kendall was smiling against her, pleased with her reaction, and when Kendall finally relented, the British girl pulled her up and their lips clashed again.
Cara didn’t think twice to plunge her tongue through the brunette’s mouth languidly, expertly, brushing against Kendall’s own. As Kendall grinded against her covered thick shaft, Cara bit down her girlfriend’s lower lip, sucking and tugging.
Her hand reached lower, finally stopping at the waistband of Kendall’s sweatpants and slipping inside. She could feel the heat radiating from Kendall’s core and she paused.
“Ken… Is this okay? Is it too soon?” the blonde began questioning.
“Baby, it’s okay. Stop thinking that you’re hurting me, because you’re not.” Kendall somewhat panted, as she’s reassuring her girlfriend.
She reached down, grabbing Cara by the wrist and guiding her hand past the waistband of her panties. Cara’s fingers met a very distinct wetness and both girls gasped loudly.
Cara paused, yet again, taking a moment to absorb all the details; of course she had touched Kendall this intimately before, obviously.
But this time was different.
It felt different.
Sure Kendall felt as soft as she used to, but somehow, either it’d been weeks since their last lovemaking, or maybe these last few days they were connected more than before, somehow, today Kendall felt … wetter.
Impossibly wet.
Wet for me... The very thought dragged a guttural moan out of Cara’s throat.
“Cara... I need you...” Kendall began to lose her patience as she pleaded.
Cara nodded, then rolled them over to find a better position, one that granted her more access. She helped Kendall slid out of her remaining clothing, tossing the sweatpants and panties somewhere behind her.
She’s lying on her side now, Kendall on her back, and the British girl’s fingers finally began to trace Kendall’s sensitive folds. The brunette’s eyes drifted shut and her breath caught as Cara slowly teased; the tentative nature of her strokes were slowly driving the taller girl insane.
Kendall craved friction more than anything.
“You ready, love?” she heard the blonde whispered.
Kendall nodded, moaning slowly when she felt Cara’s finger touched her intimately. The blonde smiled as she took in Kendall’s expression, gaining back her confidence. Her fingers stroked became a little quicker, a little harder, and she encircled the smaller girl’s clit, causing Kendall’s body to jerk.
“Fuck !” Kendall breathed, throwing her head back.
Taking her girlfriend’s outburst as encouragement, Cara continued to tease the tiny bundle of nerve, watching Kendall’s face intently through dilated pupils; she could see the flush across Kendall’s cheeks, the furrow in her brow, the tightening of her muscles. It sparked a fire in the pit of Cara’s stomach and the blonde never realized how she missed the feelings every time she made love to her girlfriend.
Kendall was moaning.
Kendall was writhing.
For her.
Unable to contain herself, Cara slipped a finger inside of her girlfriend. Kendall immediately yelped and bucked her hips. The brunette was warm and tight; and it’s always the best sensation, the best feeling that always made Cara nearly salivating.
Cara continued to work her digit in and out, twisting and curling, watching as Kendall thrust up to meet her. Somehow, it still wasn’t enough.
She wanted to be deeper.
The British girl wanted to climb inside of her and filled Kendall completely. She wanted to feel the brunette enclosed around her and smothered her, to steal away the oxygen from her lungs and replace it with moans and relief.
Kendall’s legs spread a little wider, as if her body instinctively knew what Cara was thinking of, inviting the blonde in. She smirked and pressed a kiss to Kendall’s neck, her finger increasing its pace.
“More baby… more… fingers,” Kendall pleaded shamelessly.
Always the attentive one, Cara did what she’s told as she inserted two more fingers inside her girlfriend. The brunette gasped and moaned frantically because of the sudden sensation.
Despite her troubled of breathing, Kendall continued to encourage Cara with the occasional demands.
“Harder!”
“Faster!”
Kendall was arching her back and at the same time rolling her hips as well, with the tightening of her muscles around her.
Cara could feel Kendall’s growing closer. Her entire arm was tense from the strain, but it lacked in comparison to the tension between her legs, so the blonde continued with her ministrations, never tearing her eyes away from Kendall’s face.
“Omygod… Cara… ah !”
Kendall began chanting her girlfriend’s name as she unraveled, her entire body lifting off the bed, she went rigid when she reached her climax that went through her, sparking alive every cells of her body.
When Kendall was finally able to open her eyes again, Cara was hovering over her, all smiles and looking at her with full love and adoration. She showered Kendall’s beautiful face with kisses, her lips eventually traveling to the taller girl’s ear.
“I love you, Kenny,” she whispered.
Kendall smiled, feeling incredibly happy as she’s finally finding her voice again.
“I love you,” she spoke in such a soft tone.
She reached for Cara’s face, pulling her in. Their lips brushed together gently. Cara draped herself over her girl’s body as Kendall herself continued to recover from her orgasm, slowly regaining breath and strength.
Once she found enough energy, she wrapped her arms around the blonde girl and shifted so that Cara was under her. She brushed a few blonde strands out of her girlfriend’s gorgeous face for a more complete view.
“That was amazing and all, but now I want to actually making love to you.” Kendall began to tease her as she’s grinding Cara’s rock hard member, enjoying the blonde’s moaning and writhing under her.
“I want all of you,” Kendall demanded softly, watching Cara gulped, blue eyes shone full of lust.
“Make love to me, baby … completely.”
And Cara obliged. Completely.
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Kendall lay there, feeling beyond satisfied because of all the orgasms her girlfriend had given her. She looked at the alarm clock on her nightstand, she chuckled when she realized that they’d been at it for few hours. No wonder her body felt like a jelly.
She turned around so she could cuddle to her girlfriend who already fell asleep. Kendall smiled fondly seeing Cara’s peaceful look, she should’ve guessed that after three rounds of sex her girlfriend would be exhausted and always falling asleep instantly.
Something about her 'limit' or something, Kendall couldn’t help but chuckle at that.
The brunette got out of the bed so she could turn off the light before went back to her bed then pulled the cover up, so they wouldn’t be catching cold at night. She was going to snuggle to her girlfriend when she remembered something. She turned around, and took her phone that she put on top of the nightstand.
She immediately texted Stella, cancelling to meet her that night. Judging by how relax and peaceful Cara was sleeping at that moment; Kendall knew exactly that her girlfriend would spend the night with her, instead of following her original plan to go back to her own apartment.
Stella and everyone else could wait another day, Kendall thought.
She put her phone back on the nightstand and continued to snuggle with her naked blonde girlfriend that she loved so much. As she adjusted her position, draping herself on top of fully asleep Cara’s naked body, her mind began wandering.
She didn’t know when exactly she put the sleeping girl underneath her above anyone else in her life. Even above her own family, let alone her friends. Which was weird, because she sure as hell didn’t think that way during high school.
All Kendall knew for sure, now, there’s no need to think twice for her. She would definitely choose to spend her time with her favorite blonde British girlfriend any day, rather than spending it with anyone else.
Because she’s my priority…
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“Yo, Kenny.” A cool, stylish, and eccentric looking man greeted her the next day.
Kendall was all smile and friendly nodding at him. “Sup, Bennet?” she greeted him back with his family name instead of his nickname that he more familiar known of.
“Oh come on girl, how many times I told you to call me Taco? Yung Taco in da house yo!” He complained.
“Since I realized you’re not an actual food or young.” Kendall smirked with triumph.
“It’s Yung, Y-U-N-G. And girl, have you seen me? I'm delicious to the last drop! Anyway, don’t be such a smartass. You’re lucky you have such a pretty face. I’m shallow like that.”
Kendall only responded with a hearty laugh, not saying anything but continue to walk heading out from the hallway instead.
“Yo, I was wondering we could continue our conversation this morning at brunch. You know, since our class finished early.” He tried to catch up the tall brunette.
“Uhh… I kinda already have a plan,” Kendall told him as she continued to walk around the school followed by the lanky boy.
“What? Right at the moment I don’t have to go to work?” He whined disappointedly.
“Sorry bro,” Kendall said it with her sincere tone.
It was common occurrence that Kendall were hanging out with him —who’s famous for having an eccentric sense of fashion— during lunch hours. In fact, ever since Kendall befriended the future fashion designer they’d been hanging out on the weekends as well.
Well, at least before Taco was busy interning for the current hit designer Virgil Abloh with his brand, Off White, for about a year now. Kendall was missing his presence so much, she even admitted to him one day on the phone — which led him goaded all over his social media, pretty much screaming 'Kendall Jenner is missing me!' written all over.
“Ooohh… is Cara picking you up? You know what, I just don’t get it.” He shook his head, before stopped walking doing a dramatic thinking pose with his point finger tapping on his chin.
Kendall chuckled as she stopped walking and turned around facing her classmate. “What now?” She rolled her eyes, despite still smiling feeling amused among other things.
“I just don’t get it, how could I, the gayest of all the gays in this school, which fyi, consisted with majority of gay students, got the hots for your girlfriend.” He dramatically gasped, “Why Kendall? WHY?”
Instead of feeling jealous and being over possessive like she used to be during high school, Kendall laughed instead.
“Boy, you’re still in a freakin closet. How are you the gayest of the gays?” Kendall asked playfully, noticing there were nobody around except the two of them.
“Well s’cuse me, just because I respect my momma and don’t want her Christian ass to die when she found out I’m an actual homo who prefer dicks more than titties and vags, doesn’t mean I’m less gay than any of you gays!”
“Okaayy...” Kendall frowned. “Are you being dramatic right now? Or is this just, you being you?” she asked him.
Taco grinned so wide, his perfect white teeth were almost blinding the brunette, before he gave his answer. “This is me being me being dramatic.” He smirked.
Kendall rolled her eyes, amused by their pointless conversation. “Finee… you win. You’re the gayest of them all. Happy?” she teased him.
“Mmm-hmm, with exception girls like Cara,” the man continued, “It’s just because of what she’s packing down there. Ready to serve and satisfy. Oohhh yes papi… I couldn't care less about her tits by the way.”
“Okay, stop it right there. Don’t you have your own papi?” Kendall scrunched her nose, a little bit disturbed with her friend having a crush on her girlfriend, way too much for her liking.
Taco shrugged lightly, “Eh, the man having a gig somewhere around Chicago, lemme have fun with my own way.”
“Gross.” Kendall shook her head, didn’t need to hear her friend’s 'private time'. “Anyway, yeah can’t do brunch today, sorry dude.”
“Why can’t I join you guys? I miss her too you know. Ever since I’m working I haven’t hang out with people that’s not consisting talking about fabrics and trends. Can a guy just enjoy his mimosas without being harassed by fashion topics once in a while? By the way that glasses is hideous Jenner, throw that fuck away, trust me I’m helping you,” he continued to talk which only brought Kendall to laugh even more.
“God, I miss your crazy self, but sorry not today. Why don’t we have brunch tomorrow? I’ll swing by at your place at ten, then we can go to that place you’ve been telling me about. How’s that sound?” The brunette suggested.
Taco groaned, feeling disappointed he couldn’t catch up with one of his close friends in campus that day. “Fine, whatever.” He waved his hand dramatically as he rolled his eyes, “But seriously, throw that glasses away, what are you? Grandma?”
“It’s called vintage, dumbass. Aren’t you supposed to be the designer here? Where’s your sense of fashion?” Kendall replied a witty comments.
“Well honey, unlike you, I have taste. And that’s not vintage, that’s just a grandma old.”
Kendall only laughed and waved goodbye at him before walking across the street, approaching a blonde girl who’s standing facing backward, near a tree with a cup of coffee on her left hand.
Taco narrowed his eyes watching her friend greeted the blonde and when the two girls left, he was frowning, confused among other things.
“Hmm... I swear I remember Cara is not that tall,” he talked to himself.
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Stella laughed hearing Kendall told her 'adventures' with Bennet aka 'Taco' —a name he preferred to be called— ever since the dude introduced himself in one of classes during her first year in Parsons, and he decided one-sidedly that they’re going to be besties forever.
After she approached the blonde, Stella noticed the lanky guy wearing a stylish hat and eccentric outfit that usually she’d only seen during fashion weeks, was somewhat watching them. Which led her to ask Kendall about him, and the brunette more than happy to explain about him to her during their brunch in the French bistro few blocks away from Parsons.
“So yeah, we almost ruined DvF fashion show and let just say, we’re no longer welcome to intern, work, or even just go to their stores. We’re blacklisted for life.” Kendall giggled as she finished her story.
Stella wiped her laugh tear from corner of her eyes before saying, “Be glad that it’s not Anna Wintour you guys messing up with, you’re not going anywhere in fashion if you wake the devil herself.” She laughed a little.
“Oh my God, please don’t!” Kendall continued to giggle while crossing both of her fingers on top of the table. “I wanna work in Vogue so baaaad…”
“Hang in there, girl. You’ll get there, hopefully when she’s still alive,” the European girl teased as she grinned widely, showing her perfect set of teeth.
“I hate you,” Kendall said playfully, throwing a bundle of napkin at the tall blonde, only followed by a happy wide grin by the girl in front of her.
“So…” Stella began to say, after a while of giggling at each other. “Um… I have this party this Saturday, it’s kinda a big deal. There’ll be a lot people from fashion and entertainment industry, you’re gonna love it. I mean, if you willing to go there with me that is.” She smiled awkwardly.
“Wait. Is this you asking me to go to a party with you?” Kendall teased her. Stella only shrugged, giving her another smile, coyly this time.
“You’re going to have fun, I promise.” Stella continued to convince her, her fingers slightly touched Kendall’s.
“What are you doing?” Kendall was slightly alarmed, when Stella smoothly caressing one of Kendall’s hands with her fingertips.
Stella shrugged, “appreciating you.” She smirked, getting bolder as she’s leaning over when her fingers already fully threaded with Kendall’s.
Kendall gulped. Her heart was thumping so fast, so loud, yet it was so different from whenever she experienced it with Cara. With Stella, she felt wrong. It felt out of place, it felt guilty, and it wasn’t right.
It wasn’t the right person who touched her.
She pulled her hand away. “Stella, um… look, I can’t do this. I mean, you can’t do this. We can’t do this. I have a girlfriend.” She took a deep breath. “That I love very, very much, and I can’t offer you anything but a platonic friendship.”
“I’m sorry.” Kendall smiled apologetically.
Stella stared at her for very long seconds before slightly turned her head away. “Damn.” She chuckled, her face was embarrassed. “Shot straight through the heart.” She tried to make a joke.
“I’m sorry.” Kendall repeated, biting her bottom lip.
“Stop. I bet I’m not the first person you’d rejected.”
“Well, you’re the first one I actually want to be friends with,” the brunette sincerely said.
“Really?”
Kendall nodded without even thinking. It was true. Stella was the first person that she knew who’s having a crush on her, yet Kendall still wanted to be friends with. She never had a connection like that with her other friends, not even with Gigi.
The only person she had connection like that was, well, of course Cara.
But Cara’s her girlfriend and Kendall wanted to have someone that she could connect with, other than her girlfriend.
“Okay. Deal. No more funny business from now on.” Stella promised, as Kendall chuckled with relief, glad she could still be friends with the European blonde.
The brunette wanted to say something more, but then her phone was ringing and she’s immediately recognizing the caller id. “Hold on, I have to take this,” she told Stella as she picked up her phone.
“Hey baby.”
“Well hello to you too, love.” A cheerful voice with a posh British accent, came through the phone.
Kendall couldn’t help but laugh a little, her girlfriend sounding so cheerful and all, was contagious. “Wassup, babe?” she asked with a smile on her face.
“Nothin… just wanna know, whatchu doin? Are you busy? Do you miss me? ”
Kendall giggled because of how adorable Cara could be sometimes. “Yeeesss…” she answered cutely, trying to catch up with her girlfriend cuteness.
“Yeeesss… for? ”
“Yes, I miss you, silly.” Kendall giggled once again, pretending not to see the blonde in front of her, rolling her eyes at her for being such a sap.
“Yeay! Cause I miss you too. And… I want to take you to lunch.”
“Oh… um…” Kendall bit her lip, somewhat regretted she had a huge croissant sandwich just then. If only she knew Cara would ask to have lunch with her, she’d just go for coffee instead of a full brunch.
“I just had brunch,” Kendall said it with regret, as Stella turned her head and huffed, looking annoyed for some reasons.
“Aww man…” She could hear Cara sighed disappointedly.
“But, I can go with you to lunch though. I can do a salad.” Kendall hurriedly added, just so Cara wouldn’t be too disappointed.
“Really? Where are you now? ”
“I’m um… near– uh… some random food truck I passed by, also the one I got my brunch from. It’s couple blocks from my school. I was so hungry, so yeah.” She ignored Stella’s surprised look, she shook her head when Stella mouthed 'what?' at her, questioning her without sounds.
“Oh okay then. Are you busy today? Do you want to hang out with me after lunch? I’m free all day. My class is canceled and I have no work, today.” Cara informed her.
Kendall didn’t immediately answer. She was still confused at herself, for lying blatantly to her girlfriend about her whereabouts.
“Babe? You’re still there? ”
“Yeah, yeah.. I’m still here. And yes, I would love to! Meet you at our usual place in half an hour?”
“Wait, half an hour?! Uh... Can you make it in an hour instead? I have to go to the um... library first.” Cara suddenly stuttered, sounded uncharacteristically nervous.
Kendall slightly frowned at the response. “Mm–kayy… Sure. I’ll meet you in an hour then.” She decided to shrug it off the next second.
“Awesome! I’ll see you later then. Love you, baby.” Cara was back being chirpy.
“Love you too. Bye, babe.” Kendall ended the phone call then sighed, still feeling guilty about her lie.
Why the hell did she even do that?
“You did act like you love her so much by lying to her like that.” Stella being sarcastic, although she was smiling smugly.
Kendall sighed louder. “Don’t. Okay? I hate that I keep lying to her every time we hang out. But, we had a big fight few weeks ago, and I just want to avoid any argument from now on. And no offense, you’re not really her favorite person in her list, right now.”
“When have I ever?” Stella mumbled, more to herself rather than for Kendall to hear.
“What?”
“Nothing.” The tall lanky blonde hurriedly saying, “Look, before you go, I want you to just think about that party, okay? I’m serious about the people who’ll be attending that party. Think this as your future networking, and you know what, bring your girlfriend too if you want.”
Stella said it with sincere tone, it’s hard for Kendall to just reject the invitation like it meant nothing. It sounded that Stella was so serious about maintaining their friendship, as well as helping her to start her career. The brunette pressed her lips, trying to think what the right answer would be.
“I’ll think about it,” she said instead.
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